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"I feel at my best when I am in a park, on a week-end, with my daughter. The park is not large on a crisp Autumn Saturday. There are many people in the park. It is shaded in by the hillside with great oaks growing to add to the shade. There is a path that leads up the hillside and plunges into a wooded world all to its own. The children play; of every race, size, shape, and age. Some are aloof, testing out the equipment, shy with their parents around. Some make an effort to play together some simple game. The parents are around. One woman is suckling a baby. A couple are on the grass watching their child, wondering perhaps about the child. The parents are young. They too are of various hues and shapes. They have accepted themselves more or less.



David Eide
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